CYPRESS HILL – TEQUILA SUNRISE FEAT. BARRON RICKS

Lyrics

Intro: B-Real and Sen Dog
B-R: Pa' la salud! (to your health!)
SD: Pa' la salud! (to your health!)
B-R: Primero yo... (me first...)
(gulp)
B-R: *grrrrrah!*
B-R and SD: *mexican yells*
SD: Cometelo! (eat it!)
Verse One: B Smooth
Word up, Tequila style... eat the worm Motherfucker
(overlapping intro's end)
Tequila spice, hot nice
Milling rice, sipping on Jose Cuervo
Down in Tiajuana, Mexico
Thinking of the big score the night before
Met the connect, who was impressively dressed
In high fabrics
With troops like Babe Ruth, up on the mezzanine
Brandishing sub-machine guns, aye-yo
It's all about the money, son
Now that's the only reason
We came south of the border, to complete this work order
We gotta get it, no looking back, going all out for it
Ready to attack, die in a minute flat for it
As God is my witness, we got ditches
for all you motherfuckin fake bitches
It all boils down to the business
Nothing personal, when niggaz acting like they helping you
I fuckin blast you like Frank Castle, motherfucker!
Chorus
Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes
Realize we're all born to die
So get the money nigga!
(repeat 2x)
Verse Two: B-Real
I never knew money like this, in the palm of my hand
'Til I met the man with mad hook-up, and big plan
Every where you look'a, he got everybody shook up
Running for cover, the big bad WOOF, motherfucker
He was like a father figure, show me the bigger picture
Fuck slangin' on the corner, don't let the pigs get you
Not like these fools who don't comprehend
You end up doing a twenty-five bid in the pen
You got that? Getting your cup, I took a swig
The bitter taste of the 'mezcal', free worm shit
Droppin' a lesson, he slapped my face, he said listen
Pay attention brotha, you're my ace, but don't ever question
Just do what I say, and you'll be rich
And keep this in your mind: rats lay in a ditch with no spine
Don't ever forget that golden rule in the game
Cheers, they all know your name, it's like fame
Why, women and money don't mix, like drinking an' driving
Watch those conniving women and keep your eye out
Always be aware of what's around you
They wanna down you, and fuckin clown you
Keep your shit in order the money won't stop
Pretty soon you'll be on top
Chorus
Verse Three: B-Real
Tequila Sunrise, with the bloodshot eyes
My, my, my, how time flies and goes by surprise
My mentor passed on and passed a warn to me, emergency
For my enemies who wanna murder me
Eat the worm, motherfucker, while you burn, motherfucker
Better kill me, don't let me return, motherfucker
Trust no man, cause I'll be back, you understand?
With a plan, and my ace in hand, I want it all
I recall the words from Jesus, you are the Juice
Better go get it, don't let it get to your head, embed it
Let these words stick, you better be ready to die
Now take a fucking sip, caution it, but I never lie
Chorus
(music outro)

Paroles (Traduction)

Intro : B-Real et Sen Dog
B-R : Pa' la salud ! (à ta santé !)
SD : Pa' la salud ! (à ta santé !)
B-R : D'abord moi... (moi d'abord...)
(glouglou)
B-R : *grrrrrah !*
B-R et SD : *cris mexicains*
SD : Cometelo ! (mange-le !)
Couplet un : B Smooth
Yo, style Tequila... mange le ver, enfoiré
(superposition de la fin de l'intro)
Épice Tequila, chaud et agréable
Moudre du riz, siroter du Jose Cuervo
En bas à Tiajuana, Mexique
Pensant au gros coup de la nuit précédente
J'ai rencontré le contact, qui était impressionnant
En tissus de qualité
Avec des troupes comme Babe Ruth, en haut de la mezzanine
Brandissant des mitraillettes, hey
Tout tourne autour de l'argent, mec
C'est la seule raison
Pour laquelle nous sommes venus au sud de la frontière, pour accomplir ce contrat
On doit l'avoir, pas de retour en arrière, on se donne à fond
Prêt à attaquer, mourir en une minute pour ça
Dieu est témoin, on a des fosses
pour toutes ces putains de fausses salopes
Tout se résume au business
Rien de personnel, quand les mecs agissent comme s'ils t'aidaient
Je te bute comme Frank Castle, enfoiré !
Refrain
Tequila Sunrise, yeux injectés de sang
Réalise que nous sommes tous nés pour mourir
Alors prends l'argent mec !
(répéter 2x)
Couplet deux : B-Real
Je n'avais jamais vu autant d'argent, dans le creux de ma main
Jusqu'à ce que je rencontre l'homme avec les bonnes connections, et le grand plan
Partout où tu regardes, il a tout le monde terrifié
À courir se cacher, le grand méchant WOOF, enfoiré
Il était comme un mentor, me montrant le grand tableau
Arr

Thématique Drogue

Style Rap

Keywords Rap, Tequila

Entités normées B-Real, Sen Dog